Mu Mian quietly listened to Gong Heng's deep voice from the other end, discerning a hint of panic in his tone, and could even hear his soft, breathy sounds on the phone...
Mu Mian's lips trembled, "Brother, pick me up and take me home."
Xu Yuan silently sighed after Mu Mian hung up the phone.
Mu Mian's face bore a heavy sadness and pain; these past few days, she seemed to have matured quite a bit.
But this maturity was built upon what kind of agony...
Mu Mian looked at Xu Yuan, "Yuanzi, give me a month's time, I want to fight for myself once."
Mu Mian was in turmoil, uncertain of Gong Heng's intentions, uncertain of his thoughts. In his heart, was Yun Chunxue more important, or was his sister more important?
Or were both equally important?
Just like Qiu Yuan said, Gong Heng could have a woman of his own and still keep her as well.
Wasn't that Gong Heng's idea?
It was from the beginning.
